#razwrites

[razzlekitty]

Here I am just popping up out of nowhere lol. Honestly just really proud of actually achieving a goal I set for myself. Even if it did take 3 years to achieve. Life has been rough and I don't nearly play WoW as much as I'd like. (Which sucks because I genuinely did really like Dragonflight. Just was not in a place to play it.) So I've been writing my book here.

I have no words. I finished it a couple of weeks ago and I’m still riding that high. I showed my husband and broke down in tears. I’ve never worked so hard on a goal, and actually achieved it. Through the depression, financial problems, life’s hurdles and the loneliness. I did it.

Proof reading and editing is done and I'm in the process of hiring a cover designer. I'm now looking for writer/author forums and people who I can give a free copy to in exchange for a review on their blog or social media account.

But in the end, I don’t care if it doesn’t make me rich. The fact that I will have a physical copy of something I wrote is enough. The opportunity to share this story is enough. Already planning the second book!!

If you know anyone or know forums where an author can go please message me or leave a comment. Much appreciated!

The synopsis:

Set in a high medical fantasy world full of magic, dangerous beasts, and conflicting nations. The story follows a little mage girl named Micha. She lives at the prestigious magi academy and seat of power for the Mage’s Guild, E’rithar, found as an orphan with rare magical abilities. But since she can remember she’s had visions or dreams. The Mage’ Guild wants her to forget these visions but she’s driven to find what they mean, who she is and where she came from. When a necromancer attacks the academy she and her friends take the chance to escape their gilded cage. On her travels she meets the broken barbarian warrior, Zack, who vows to protect her as she runs from the bloodthirsty templar Nymoria who is sent to bring her back. The templar seeks her death, the Guild seeks to bring her back alive all while the necromancer seemingly is on the same path, sowing chaos and death as he builds his army. Can she escape with her and her friends alive and find who she is?

[phoenixgryphon]

Chimestuff for Ranee 8)

GHGHSGH THIS SEEMS SO RAMBLY AND ALL OVER THE PLACE.

She sat at her kitchen table, slumped over the wooden surface, slightly propped up by her elbows. Her arms were slightly spread out, slowly and lazily rolling a palm sized crystal ball back and forth between her hands. She watched the ball move between her hands, lost in thought.

The shiny, transparent, glass orb was a token from a particular Goblin King. She had had it for several years now, although unable to use it to full extent she still kept it. It was a treasured possession, she knew that these weren't handed out on a whim. Not to mention it was from him.

Him.

Him and his reputation for having an ego bigger than the whole planet, with a sense of pride to match. Arrogance that flew him over even the biggest of heads. Not to mention the flamboyance and glitter. How she had put up with him the past years she did not know. How she still put up with him when their opinions and moods clashed, neither of them backing down due to stubbornness she could not work out either.

He's so...Jareth.

She pulled a displeased face, continuing to roll the ball back and forth. Watching it closely. Yet regardless of their clashes and his, what only could be described as "Jareth-ness". There was the sense of undying loyalty, even though he put himself well above, and would frown, amongst other things at her friends. Frown at her decisions. He would always support her regardless. She had found appreciation for it, she guessed she'd always been appreciative for it but found so even more now. Now that she had time to think with a clearer head. Her worries and stress over Olive had lifted, she still couldnt help but wonder what became of him every now and then but, to this day she had heard nothing from him and these thoughts were slowly becoming less and less frequent. Of course having a giant distraction of a glittery Goblin King helped somewhat too.

Jareth...

She repeated his name to herself, she thought of him and their quarrels, their playful quarrels and jabs at one another. That of which were never taken seriously, she had never behaved that way with anyone else. Not even Olive. Quiet, reserved, humble Olive.

They are so different. Jareth is so high and mighty, conceited and shameless...

Chime paused mid thought for a moment. She stopped rolling the crystal ball, focussing her gaze on it.

You seem to occupy my thoughts a lot, you pretentious feather duster...Why am I so drawn to you?

She felt an emotional jab, staring disgruntledly into the ball.

...No.

Chime gripped the ball and crossed her arms on the table, letting her head fall onto her arms. She felt ridiculous and conflicted.

Why?...

(ALSO CHIME CAN'T SEE ANYTHING IN THE BALL.)

[phoenixgryphon]

RANEE SAID I SHOULD WRITE THIS THING

SO I'M GONNA TRY even though it's short. RANEE SAID TO DO IT ANYWAY. It's just a little thing about Chime contacting Thomas about what's gone on.

Thomas is Ranee's 8)

Over a month had passed since the fateful argument which lead to Chime's reluctant yet ultimate decision of letting her partner, Olive go. She was still very slowly coming to terms with said decision, but deep down it was sinking in that it was for the best. And that he, as much as she didn't like admitting, was right.

Throughout the days Chime was often seen just sitting in her backyard, or half heartedly tending to her plants. Various assorted shrubs and flowers sat neatly planted in their garden beds. Large trees dotting the yard, their leaves turning brown and falling in the passing Autumn days. She often felt lost and empty. Heartbroken. No longer doing the things that made her happy, but instead she would just sit and be occupied with her thoughts. This included her want to bake. Chime would often be seen baking, creating a steady output of various biscuits, cookies, cupcakes and so on, however since her decision she just stopped. Her stopping was a significant sign that something had gone wrong. And there was one in particular that she would send some of these baked goods and other little care packages to just to make sure he stayed fed. His name was Thomas Rush. And he was often subjected to Chime's motherly tendancies.

She wondered if he had noticed her decline in mood and subsequent lack of mailed care packages. Eventually deciding that it was probably time to contact him in order to let him know what had happened to her. Chime picked up her telephone and dialed Thomas's home phone number, she listened to it ring and eventually ring out to his answering machine. She sighed as she listened to his voice recording, it wasn't unusual that he was out and about, but this one time she wished he'd been there. The recorded message finished and she proceeded to leave a message. "Hello Thomas, I know you're not there right now...probably off singing or something as you usually are."  She gave a pause then continued, a kind of emptiness in her otherwise spirited voice. "I...don't know if you've noticed the lack of..everything really. But I just felt that you should know that I-" Chime stopped again, trying to gather the means to proceed with the next few words. "I...I'm not with...Olive anymore." She felt a lump in her throat that she tried to swallow, but with no avail. "I...had an argument with someone and...decided that it...I probably should...let him go..." There was yet another significant pause before she spoke again. "I...guess it's for the best, I-I suppose...Well um, I'm..I'm sorry for leaving a not so happy message. I hope to see you soon Thomas, look after yourself okay?" She ended her message and hung up the phone.